Who to be

I don’t know who to be in this space and
I can’t seem to feel your face.
My memories escape in the snow and ice.
My heart is in a slumber, hibernating, as my head burns down.
I don’t know who I am, without the sounds of your whispers to tell me I’m here and alive.

Reviews

[Ballpark Frank]

I like it! I think the shorter ones can really pack a punch. I like your skills.